Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.